@eatdesire " 'toooo~oonio, " here comes dumbass, its arms easing around his waist from behind as it oh-so often does. this time, though, it presses to him firmer- one hand slips beneath the top of his suit while the other wiggles his belt curiously; a silent request for permission to go that far. " how's my good boy today? do you mind if i kiss you a little right now? " its fingers delicately trace along the curves of his belly, ribs, and chest as it speaks, " i've been workin' so hard and i missed you so much. ♡ " ( idiot gets babygirlified Again courtesy of @eatdesire )
his master’s not as sneaky as it thinks it is. but salieri’s also not as unapproachable as he wants to be. no effort is made to evade the arms encircling him, even despite the ever-present conviction that one day his skin will burn. there’s a twitch of muscle under dumbass’s hands and a light flush slowly blooming over salieri’s cheeks, even as he is clearly trying to act utterly unbothered at both the touch and the offering of nickname.
“hm.” it’s not a ‘yes’, but salieri isn’t that easy to get a straight answer out of. it isn’t a no, which means ‘go ahead’. he leans back a little more against dumbass, turning his head toward it. “do as you wish.” nicely distant, diplomatic, as if it won’t be him sucking on dumbass’s tongue in about ten seconds.
